“Almost heaven, West Virginia…” sang John Denver. I drive through this endless prairie as the landscape, like the Shenandoah, flows out the window.

I remember the forests, lakes and mountains, places that inhabit me.
“Driving down the road, I get the feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.”

I get out of the car and I’m home now. “Country roads take me home, to the place where I belong.”